I simply love old songs. Few new ones are good too..but the old ones have a mystical touch to them. Infact, when I listen to the oldies on my system...they remind me of Mom and Dad. The times when they would listen to the old songs together after dinner...those images are etched in my mind...how much would I love if my guy too loved my kind of music...sitting together, listening to these melodies..life would complete the circle...

Ps:- Cant thank you enough for the 400+ old songs you gave me...u dunno how much I value them, Vipz.

Off late, have often caught myself thinking/imagining about bungee jumping during the meetings. I feel like running outta the room into the greens. Want to free fall. Zip, zap, zooom.

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When I used to hear about Life and the choices it offers, I would smirk. It was all pre-determined to such an extent that even what we would choose would be part of the larger design! Hmmm..doesnt look like it works that way. What we choose determines how people perceive us. It's of no use to make sense of what people are saying/doing, coz they keep changing. Everything is so fluid and dynamic that you crave for some stability. Something to hang onto...an anchor..a support...

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Miles to go before I sleep...Hundreds of promises to keep...I swear on the Lord above,I must be one helluva procastinating creep!